“What was it her Ladyship said about Thursday next, at dinner?” asked the doctor, half pettishly.
“Nothing to me, papa.”
“If I remember, it was that we had accepted the invitation already, and begging me not to forget it.”
“Perhaps so,” said she, dryly.
“You are usually more mindful about these matters,” said he, tartly, “and not so likely to forget promised festivities.”
“They certainly were not promised to me,” said she, “nor, if they had been, should I accept of them.”
“What do you mean?” said he, angrily.
“Simply, papa, that it is a house I will not re-enter, that's all.”
“Why, your head is turned, your brains are destroyed by flattery, girl. You seem totally to forget that we go to these places merely by courtesy,—we are received only on sufferance; we are not their equals.”
“The more reason to treat us with deference, and not render our position more painful than it need be.”